love poems

Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.

Facets
Make me over a stone on the roll, trample and shake off old moss The waste and detritus, it flies away, a most agreeable loss
By Daniel Cole8 years ago in Poets
My Fellow Artist
Much like mine own, Thow tongue spawns wonder, with every word you breathe, My heart make mimic of thunder, Mayhaps fool's paradise,
By Lisa Craddock8 years ago in Poets
Red: The Love Poems
A Romance d'amour that was you and me. Tender and fragile as the petals of flowers that bloomed at the springtime of our days together.
By Leah James8 years ago in Poets
What Does It Feel Like to Be Alive
Feel the blood pump through your veins The warmth washing away your pains The hair on your neck stand to attention Is this the feeling that they all mention?
By Sydney Schneider8 years ago in Poets
Predator
Feeding off anyone he chooses, he's obsessed until he moves on to the nextFeeding off anyone he chooses, he's insane it'll leave you breathlessHe's got you in his clutches now he'll never let you go,He's obsessed with you he's a predator and you'll never be the same again.
By Georgia Angus8 years ago in Poets
One Day
One day, I’ll stop looking for your messages, Eventually, I’ll realize they aren’t going to come, Perhaps one day when you are reminiscing about the fools who have loved you,
By Lisa Craddock8 years ago in Poets
Friendship
Above the clouds the air is sweet - there is never an absence of light. Birds beat their way upwards hoping to reach those skies.
By Michael Bee8 years ago in Poets
Stranger In My Friend
The rhapsody of our first date drifted in the air as we charged our love to Destiny. For Chance could not have led us to this place
By Bonnie Simpson8 years ago in Poets
Stars Twinkling Light
Star light, Twinkle with delight, Flashing only to sight, Burning bright of right. Flash oh due to sky, A shelter honed of disguise,
By Michael Gallegos8 years ago in Poets
To Love Poetry
If you're the kind of person who wants the meat, and no wait. Then poetry gives that gait. Yeah, it's a metaphor and simile trite,
By Michael Gallegos8 years ago in Poets
Lust
I look at her as she stares back at me. Staring deep, deep into the very depths of my soul; a feeling so clichéd it’s almost foolish, and yet there she is. Her portrait stares me down. I am wide-eyed in awe as butterflies flutter in my stomach, desperate not to drown in the pit of anxiety. She makes me feel so enamoured it physically hurts; weighing down my heart until I cannot breathe. And with every painful inhale, every sharp exhale, I know I must suffer if I am to continue to look at this vision of perfection set before me.
By Jonny Dawson8 years ago in Poets
Charlene
If the times I was hateful outweighed the ones I was grateful, I apologize, That in the midst of being a teen, I didn’t recognize your love for what it was
By Neish8 years ago in Poets